Behind The Ruined Wall. Poem by Sandeep Dongre

Do you remember the night I made love to you behind the ruined wall?
Oh dear! our love seems to have metamorphosed into the flowers sweet and small
And they sway dreamily as the gentle breeze plays through them
Exactly the way it was playing through your hairs with your earnings gem.
Small flowers of different colours have grown along ruined wall where we met,
This wall protected us from the world of hate.

Once this lifeless, desolated place had harboured a budding love within us
Its corroded bricks helped me to build a bridge of love between us.

But then the place was just a barren land with heaps of sand, bricks and stones
I had never seen there a flower that shone
Today here is a small nursery of flowers different colours and types
Once again my love for you have taken a huge hype

Once again those memories have awoken in my mind
You should have been here to the place which had been to us so kind
It was ruined yet it harboured young minds
The minds which were unknown to the passion and emotions their hearts were beating with,
It was this ruined wall which in balmy moonlight availed them a place to harness their Carnal heat.

The night I made love to you,
Indeed, we must have burnt the blades of grass with our love and vaporised the dew.
The soil beneath us must have been fertilised by the dripping sweat
Recall! What did you say? you said it was a sin and so thenceforth we should never meet
Nay! my love, you were wrong, it was not sin, it was love pure love
See! even nature has joyfully consented to our act, listen Oh my love

Won't now you come with me
To see how our love has transmuted into flowers that your moral eye must see.